The tortoise king

Brace yourself for here

Presides the tortoise king

Depraved, supremely decadent

He reigns out of troubled spheres

A tattered tragedy that speaks

Of sordid silence and sunken tears

He favors excess

No matter the stakes

He fans the flickers of fate

Donned legacy in his early years

Out of the corner of

A stealthy gaze, his

Words appear few

Testing views of the hardly fazed

His sly bearing passing the scepter

Cuban cigar, Russian Cossack 

This regal pimp is stuff of legend

Peevishly sorting itself out on canvas